Gemotions

He’d envisioned a relaxed, low-key celebration at his favorite brewery. His friends, good beer, and lively conversation. Then, the flyer. *“A Rave for Ryan's Birthday - Come Dance!”* Same date. His mind struggled to process this. He felt a cold prickling sensation on his skin.

He sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, the flyer crumpled in his hand. He hadn't even considered the possibility. He found himself speechless, mouth slightly agape.

“Seriously?” he questioned to himself, the incredulity evident in his tone.